"Alright, now let's move on to the previous topic!" After Bane took his seat, Thrall spoke to the two orcs who had been arguing before.

"Uh......" In the middle of the hall, the orc who had been speaking scratched his head, as if remembering where he had just spoken, and this action caused a good-natured laugh in the hall, "Oh, I will say that it is time for a war, because Orgrimmar is now facing a very difficult situation, the grain in the granary is no longer enough to support the end of summer, and the timber used for construction is not even out of stock, and we can't even repair the damaged walls. ”

Diego listened with interest to the orc's story, he knew that there were some farms outside of Orgrimmar, but those were used to raise pigs, and Durontar had nowhere to grow grains or fruits, knowing that meat alone could not meet people's nutritional needs, and over time, many diseases would emerge.

"We can get these goods through trade, not just loot, Berks, your method is outdated, and war is not the only solution if we want to make our people live well." The orc standing across from him replied.

"What to trade with? Nazgrell, is there anything else in this desert that can be watched by greedy goblins?" Burks said angrily. Many of the orcs in the hall nodded their heads in agreement. The goblin city to the south, Ratchet City, has long been Orgrimmar's largest trading partner, offering anything but often at a staggeringly high price. No way, "That's the monopoly advantage!" "I don't really understand it. But that's what the goblins say.

"We can trade ores, and just south of the Thunder Mountains there are abundant copper and iron ores. Enough for us to mine for a hundred years! Nazgrell said calmly, although he was the overseer of Orgrimmar's infantry, it didn't mean that he was a belligerent.

"No, those precious ores have a greater use, we still have to use them to craft weapons and armor, you know, we are not in a safe situation......"

"Repeat the same old tune! Burks," Nazgrell interrupted disapprovingly. "You're always repeating your alliance threat theory, considering that it's not a few years ago, Lady Broadmore of Theramore has made a new pact with us, and thanks to the friendship forged by fighting side by side in Mount Hyjal, the Night Elves have agreed to our logging and hunting rights in Ashenvale, albeit under the supervision of the Druids. Looking around, we don't have any enemies that are strong enough to deal with, so we just need to be minimally armed to guard against boar men or centaur bandits! ”

"Ridiculous!" Burks retorted unceremoniously, "We can't put our lifeblood under the sympathy of the enemy, when." Do orcs need someone else's consent to hunt and harvest? Whatever we want, we just need to take it with an axe! ”

"Idiot! That's what we did in the two orc wars, but what did we get? Shameful failure! Haven't the sufferings of the captive camps cleared your mind? Nazgrell roared fiercely, "You war maniac. Open your eyes and look around you because of years of war. A large number of orc youths died prematurely, and many jobs are now supported by old men and women. Orc mothers also need time to give birth and raise their cubs to adulthood! You said you were going to war. But we can't even get a company of recruits! ”

"This ......," Burks opened his mouth, but found that he really couldn't find a reason to refute the other party, and finally reluctantly muttered, "Orcs are never afraid of death!" ”

"If it weren't for the fact that your eyes were still black, I would have suspected that you had drunk demonic blood again!" Nazgrell took advantage of the victory, he no longer glared at Berks, but turned to look at Thrall sitting on the throne, and the others in the hall, "Yes, orcs have never been afraid of death, but first of all, we have to die worthily, like the Orc War to be cannon fodder for the demons of the Burning Legion, it will not add the slightest bit to our honor, but will disgrace our ancestors, only fighting for the tribe, for our people, is what a true orc warrior should do!" ”

The words were impassioned and irrefutable, and the people in the hall couldn't help but nod their heads in appreciation, and many applauded loudly.

"But how do you solve the security problem of the trade routes between us and humans and elves?" After the tide of applause had subsided, Burks spoke. This is a very real problem, because in Kalimdor, which is infested with bandits, all trade routes are not safe, as this time, if something happens to the Dry Valley, the trade routes to the south are suddenly blocked.

The people fell silent for a moment, and even Nazgrell frowned, because it was useless to send fewer men to deal with these bandits who were roaming around, but if a large force was to be sent to suppress the bandits, it would undoubtedly increase military spending, and Orgrimmar could no longer afford to maintain such a large-scale military operation. And if he sent troops to fight, he would only fall into the arms of Berks, who was eager for war, and looking at this triumphant fool, he couldn't help but bared his fangs in disgust.

"Grand Chief, may I speak?" At this moment, Bane, who was sitting in a chair? Bloodhoof raised his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Of course, please say, we have always welcomed the construction of allies." Thrall smiled softly at him and said.

"Actually, we need not worry about these bandits, for not long ago, at the forward outposts, we had achieved a great victory over centaurs and boarmen, and these robbers, who had suffered heavy casualties, would not be able to revolt in a short time, and as for the Harpies of Dry Water Valley, their leader entrusted me with requesting a new agreement with the High Chief, and she promised to make even greater concessions to us, even including control of the trade routes of Dry Water Valley!" Bane said softly and loudly, though he didn't know why the people in the hall didn't know anything about these things, he was sure that Thrall must know something. And some things are more appropriately announced by the Great Chief. Bane pulled a parchment roll from his bag and handed it to the Great Chief.

Sal took the roll of paper and opened it. Read it carefully, very quickly. The wrinkles on his face slowly widened, and the people in the hall believed that their leader had read an uplifting piece of good news, which was especially valuable in this difficult time.

Eventually, Sal lifted his head from the paper.

"I'm sure you'll all be excited about this: as Bane said, now that the Harpys have relinquished control of the Dry Water Valley, the trade routes to the South are now unimpeded!"

Everyone present knew what that meant—goods from Ratchet City in the south, and even further south in Theramore, would flow along this trade route, greatly alleviating Orgrimmar's material needs. Not only grain, but also other goods, even goods from across the Endless Sea, may appear on the market.

After a moment of silence, a loud burst of applause resounded through the hall. It seemed that everything was going for the better, and even Burks was full of excitement, as if he was genuinely happy about the good news.

After a while, the applause faded away. Thrall got up from his seat and took a few steps forward to the center of the hall. Bane, Woking, and the others who had seats also hurriedly stood up. As a sign of respect for the Great Chief, those who had been standing held their breath even more, quietly waiting for him to speak.

"Durotal, the new home of the orcs, is a tough place to be, but this isn't the first day we've learned it. It's an arid, hot environment that has always been difficult to live in, but we're orcs. This land is for us. It's because it's hard, it's wild, it's because few races can survive here except orcs. We were originally from Draenor, and the sorcerers' evil spells had polluted that place. So that it is extinct and uninhabitable. We can't do the same thing with the world right now. When we rebuild the tribe. I can indeed occupy a more fertile piece of land. But I didn't. Thrall said with some weariness, the orcs had never seen him so emaciated, as if all his energy had been drained by the worries about the future of the tribe.

Whispers rang out in the hall. This was the first time Thrall had explained why he had built his city on this barren desert, and in the past, the orcs had worshiped and appreciated him so much that he didn't need to, but now, Orgrimmar had an undercurrent of resentment against him, and he had to say something to calm the restless mind.

"I didn't do that because we made mistakes in this world. But now that we're here, we have the right to survive and find a piece of our home. I chose a land that could be our own — a land that demanded our full dedication. Living here helps us to cleanse our race of the curse of demonic blood. Compared to living in a comfortable place, it makes us stronger, more resilient, more orc-like. ”

There was silence in the hall, and everyone was brought into a nostalgia for the past - the land of the Orcs, who had lived in noble shamanic traditions before they were polluted by demons, and Draenor was a savage world where Orcs fought against harsh environments, ferocious beasts, terrible monsters, and powerful ogres and Goron for their survival, and they honed unparalleled tenacity, courage, and fighting skills in the wilderness, and they never complained, And never greedy for more than the most basic needs of life.

"Our greatest enemies are not the boars and centaurs, nor the humans and night elves, nor the drought and barrenness of Durontar, but our hearts, because the blood of demons not only pollutes our **, but also blinds our hearts and changes our customs and lifestyles, and although the curse of blood has subsided after Manolos was killed, the desire to rely on war to plunder other races, the desire to earn something for nothing is still not uncommon among us," Thrall said with a heavy expression, His eyes were staring at Berks sternly, but he knew that there were many orcs who were close to this guy's thoughts, "But, as long as I'm still the big chief of the tribe, I will never allow this kind of thing to happen under my nose!" ”

He said categorically. The hall was silent, and no one spoke for a long time, as if people were digesting the meaning of his words. But a few minutes later, there was a round of applause. The people followed the sound and saw that the human was clapping vigorously, followed by the Night Elf next to him, and then, the minotaurs and trolls cheered and raised their hands, and finally, the orcs in the hall joined in, perhaps they needed more time to understand the speech, and their response was slower but more enthusiastic!

Thrall stood in the middle of the hall, looking around at the excited faces, proud to see them, and confident that one day they would truly understand their good intentions and lead all orcs back to the noble shamanic tradition. (To be continued.) )

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